In honor of Mother's Day this Sunday and the fact that I haven't wrote a blog in ages, I thought that I would write about being a mom. The last time I wrote a blog, my son was 4 months old and now he is 2 years and 4 months old. So much has happened since then.
I had always wanted to be a mom and as it turns out, it's not a bad gig. I really love it. By all means, it has been one of the most difficult things I have ever done, but definitely the most rewarding. He amazes me every single day and I cannot get over how smart such a tiny human can be. He's quite the mouth piece, quick-witted, and he even throws out sarcasm sometimes. How can a 2 year old be so sarcastic? He knows exactly what he's doing most of the time. There are days I want to beat him to pieces because he tests me beyond my limits. Don't worry, I've never actually beat him. I mean, sometimes he acts like I have beaten him and that he's dying, but I have never even came close. I am a spanker though. At home, at the store, at your house, at your sister's house... I really don't care where we are. Being a mom is not for the weak. It is TOUGH and it is tiring. I always say that being tired is just a part of who I am now and it's pretty much the truth. In the last 2 years we have had 2 trips to the emergency room. Before he was one, he busted his lip off of the end table and now he has a nice little scar. Before he was two, he fell down some wooden stairs and bloodied his nose, bumps and bruises and a big ole goose egg on his head. There have been more incidents than that, but those are the major ones. I am not the hover type of mom. I can't watch his every move because there's really no time for that and I am okay with that. My mom would encase him in bubble wrap if she could. I mean, I don't let him walk to the gas station alone or anything....
He loves wrestling. He loves when I tickle his belly when he's tired. He loves when I hold him and he grabs my shirt and I spin him in circles. He loves to sleep in our bed next to me. He loves to play outside and doesn't care if it's cold or not. He loves his family. He loves his dog, Milo. He loves music. He loves to dance. He LOVES to eat cheese and eat popsicles on the back deck. He loves trucks and trains.
Your life changes when you become pregnant, but it really changes when your child(ren) make their entrance into this world. Everything changes in more ways than one. I was scared shit-less when Max was born. Well, even before he was born. I had labored for about 30 hours and they come back and tell me that within an hour he's going to be here via c-section due to minor complications. "WHAT!? NO! Can't we just keep him in there a little longer? WHAT THE HELL DID WE DO DANNY!?" Those were all of my thoughts. It didn't matter because about an hour later he was here and he was perfect. I really had no connection to him for maybe 2 weeks at least. I don't care how horrible that sounds... that's how it was for me. I loved him, no doubt, but I had to get to know him. Part of it was how exhausted I was and I was struggling a little bit with postpartum depression. I was just sort of going through the motions and it was a horrible experience. Looking back, it's hard to believe it was that way for me because he is my entire world. The last 2 years have been incredible. He is so incredible. You never realize that you could love another human being as much as you love your child. It is heartbreaking because you never want them to grow up, really. I still stare at him occasionally when he sleeps and cry. Not because I am sad necessarily, but because I am blessed. God chose me to be this amazing little boy's mom <3
Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms out there! And to the dads who have to be the mom and dad!
I had always wanted to be a mom and as it turns out, it's not a bad gig. I really love it. By all means, it has been one of the most difficult things I have ever done, but definitely the most rewarding. He amazes me every single day and I cannot get over how smart such a tiny human can be. He's quite the mouth piece, quick-witted, and he even throws out sarcasm sometimes. How can a 2 year old be so sarcastic? He knows exactly what he's doing most of the time. There are days I want to beat him to pieces because he tests me beyond my limits. Don't worry, I've never actually beat him. I mean, sometimes he acts like I have beaten him and that he's dying, but I have never even came close. I am a spanker though. At home, at the store, at your house, at your sister's house... I really don't care where we are. Being a mom is not for the weak. It is TOUGH and it is tiring. I always say that being tired is just a part of who I am now and it's pretty much the truth. In the last 2 years we have had 2 trips to the emergency room. Before he was one, he busted his lip off of the end table and now he has a nice little scar. Before he was two, he fell down some wooden stairs and bloodied his nose, bumps and bruises and a big ole goose egg on his head. There have been more incidents than that, but those are the major ones. I am not the hover type of mom. I can't watch his every move because there's really no time for that and I am okay with that. My mom would encase him in bubble wrap if she could. I mean, I don't let him walk to the gas station alone or anything....
He loves wrestling. He loves when I tickle his belly when he's tired. He loves when I hold him and he grabs my shirt and I spin him in circles. He loves to sleep in our bed next to me. He loves to play outside and doesn't care if it's cold or not. He loves his family. He loves his dog, Milo. He loves music. He loves to dance. He LOVES to eat cheese and eat popsicles on the back deck. He loves trucks and trains.
Your life changes when you become pregnant, but it really changes when your child(ren) make their entrance into this world. Everything changes in more ways than one. I was scared shit-less when Max was born. Well, even before he was born. I had labored for about 30 hours and they come back and tell me that within an hour he's going to be here via c-section due to minor complications. "WHAT!? NO! Can't we just keep him in there a little longer? WHAT THE HELL DID WE DO DANNY!?" Those were all of my thoughts. It didn't matter because about an hour later he was here and he was perfect. I really had no connection to him for maybe 2 weeks at least. I don't care how horrible that sounds... that's how it was for me. I loved him, no doubt, but I had to get to know him. Part of it was how exhausted I was and I was struggling a little bit with postpartum depression. I was just sort of going through the motions and it was a horrible experience. Looking back, it's hard to believe it was that way for me because he is my entire world. The last 2 years have been incredible. He is so incredible. You never realize that you could love another human being as much as you love your child. It is heartbreaking because you never want them to grow up, really. I still stare at him occasionally when he sleeps and cry. Not because I am sad necessarily, but because I am blessed. God chose me to be this amazing little boy's mom <3
Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms out there! And to the dads who have to be the mom and dad!
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